Dear Pedro

87286100270500LJohn Dean interrupted my
regularly scheduled Sesame Street
when you were getting turned on to grass
i was watching Vietnam on TV
when you met Agent Orange
and he stuck to you like glue
i didn’t know i just heard
it was the word

later i got turned on to Jazz
ran away from college
searched for uncommon knowledge
didn’t know i could be Puerto Rican
dreaming in New York i never left
you never arrived at
didn’t know what was Taino
never missed My Island
didn’t know i could get a visa
from El Puerto Rican Embassy
didn’t know who was Miguel or Lois or Steve
just knew what i knew
putting words on pages too
i heard it was the place to go
a man dressed in black appeared
carrying freedom from misery in a briefcase
thinking radically under his hat Continue reading “Dear Pedro”

Easley Library Event Flier

This is the flier that the Easley Library has put out for the event I will participate in.
This is the flier that the Easley Library has put out for the event I will participate in.

Divided Moon

The Moon sees the Earth split between light and dark
and we see her divided the same way.
She pulls night from our day and plays with our emotions
shining reflected rays on our slumbering notions.

Moon over Paris Mountain at Dusk
Moon over Paris Mountain at Dusk

Dreamscape Now Available as an e-book

The second edition of Dreamscape: Real Dreams Really Make a Difference is now available in your favorite e-book format. For now it is available exclusively at the bookbaby store.

The print cover of Dreamscape, Real Dreams Really Make a Difference second edition.
The print cover of Dreamscape, Real Dreams Really Make a Difference second edition.
Dreamscape, Real Dreams Really Make a Difference


Giving Poetry Away

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Winds of Change

I want to
arrive on
the wings of
a dove hear
the rustle
of my feath-
ers in the
winds of change.
Continue reading “Winds of Change”

Honesty

A reflection is fated,
pre-destined to acquire each
line in the brow
each decision how
made without stopping
to inquire.
Continue reading “Honesty”

Spacewoman’s Love Song

From “Mission of Love

Should I compare you to a summer’s night?
Dawn would arrive too soon to count your charms:
Dark clouds might hide the full moon from my sight,
And it’s summer that soon the fall disarms:
Sometimes desire is cooled by the heat Continue reading “Spacewoman’s Love Song”

ode to poetry

in the space

of twenty four hours

murder and mayhem

starvation and deprivation

slavery and struggle

compete for glory

as the world turns. Continue reading “ode to poetry”

ode to authority

most everyone

 

 

has the authority

 

 

 

to do

 

 

whatever they can get away with Continue reading “ode to authority”